Major Fry, Smaqdown, and The Humiliator lurked on the roof of a bank building in Steel Canyon,
watching a group of Tsoo casually organize a drug deal. There were six of them, but these were
fairly low-level men. They had earned magic tattoos that increase their fighting speed, but
Major Fry had a plan for that.

“The man with the ponytail is Li Xin,” Fry said to the other two. “He and
a crew were recently seen leaving a cave that leads down to Oranbega. He's my last potential
link tying the Tsoo to Mr. Porter's assassination attempt.”

“If you're wrong, you will receive a punishment paddling with Smaqdown as the witness,”
Humiliator said.

“Yes, sir.” Fry responded. “Understood, sir.” Walt's ass was still
sore from his morning discipline from David, but he agreed to these punishment terms and would
accept another paddling if Dennis believed he deserved it.

“Smaqdown, you'll lead in with that new leaping attack you've worked out,” Major
Fry said. “That should stun them to start with, and Humiliator, you can use your psychic
skills to yank away their swords and throwing stars. I will then hopefully end the battle with
an electrical assault at a distance before they can recover.” The others nodded.

Smaqdown had indeed been working on improving his powers just as the other Blister Boyz had.
He had grown familiar with the energy aura increasing the impact of his punches, so he worked
to try to summon the aura elsewhere on his body – namely his feet. After much practice
and effort he was able to do so and found himself able to leap great distances –
blocks at a time. So as Major Fry learned to fly, Murky Menace perfected his teleportation,
and Humiliator traveled by levitating himself, Smaqdown was able to keep up.

“Go,” Major Fry ordered. Smaqdown jumped off the roof heading straight toward
the center of the gathered Tsoo.

—

Back at the Frat House, Keith was demonstrating frat punishment for the potential pledges
during Rush Week. He didn't volunteer for this, actually. He responded very poorly to Walt pulling
him off the Tsoo investigations in order to work on his studies for the fall. They actually
got into a pretty big argument in Walt's room. Walt put his foot down, reminding Keith that
he had voluntarily agreed to continue submitting to his authority and pointing out that he was
engaging in insubordination. Keith needed to pick a major and get his grades up if he was going
to graduate college.

“You'll finish what you started,” Walt ordered. “You can contribute to
this city in ways besides being a hero, too. Besides, I don't consort with quitters.”

Keith hung his head in disappointment.

“Two things,” Walt said. “First, I would report to Dennis for punishment
for your insubordination.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Second, once he's done with you and I'm off with him and David, there's a file in
my reconnaissance trunk labeled 'Frostfire and the Outcasts.' I want you to start reading up
on them. I think you may want to take a look at him and his gang in regards to your role as
the Redeemer. I want your thoughts on them when we return.”

“Yes , sir!”

After Keith filled Dennis in on his bad attitude with Walt, Dennis decided that this would
be the perfect opportunity for Keith to show potential pledges the Penny Push in the frat's
basement. So while three of the Blister Boyz were out fighting crime, Keith was crawling along
the floor of the basement in just his jock strap, pushing a penny with his nose, and getting
paddled by other brothers along the way. Dennis ordered him to keep it up for an hour. He could
handle more, of course, but again he didn't want to scare away the potential pledges. Troy,
as frat president, oversaw the implementation of the punishment and explained what was going
on to the crowd (and potential pledges) visiting during Rush Week, answering any questions.

Vincent watched Keith grunt and growl as he crawled around getting paddled with a growing
feeling of approval. He had followed Renaldo Marcone's instructions upon returning to his place
in King's Row and methodically took the belt to each of the other guys living with him, asserting
his position of the Alpha Male of the house. He was amazed at how quickly they relented to the
order, but then again, only a small percentage of the Family actually ever even try to rise
up in the ranks. Most are happy to serve as thugs as long as they get paid and free representation
from Family lawyers when they get caught.

Joseph did give him some lip, same as he had the Family enforcer who had come by earlier.
Vincent put his wrestling skills to use and forced Joseph to submit to punishment. He beat him
raw with the belt, leaving him bawling, to make it clear he was not to be fucked with. The next
day, the youngest of the crew, Bobby, started calling Vincent, “sir.” He found that
he liked that.

He had decided on a simple, but merciless way to get the young men's drug sales up. Every
night, the guy who came back with the least amount of money got the belt. Period. No debates
or discussion. No excuses. And most importantly, no mercy. With their asses on the line, they
either produce, or they suffer. He fully expected to make Marcone's deadline to increase their
revenue contribution to the Family.

In the meantime, he focused his efforts in adapting to the Omega boys. He discovered that
he found them a bit a bit strange, but didn't dislike them. They really threw themselves into
this “discipline lifestyle,” and now he was starting to see the appeal, at least
from a certain side. He was certainly enjoying watching Keith's round hockey bottom quiver each
time a brother's paddle smacked it.

“It's fun to watch until it's your turn,” Jorge said, sidling up next to him.

“I guess I'll find out, won't I?” he responded.

“Ah, so you are going to pledge, then?” Jorge asked. “I have to admit I
had taken you as a voyeur. We get a couple every year. They show up because they like to watch,
but when it comes time to put their own asses on the line, they disappear.”

“Can I be honest with you?” Vince asked. He had been trying to work out some
sort of lie that would explain why he wasn't as hot to receive the paddle as these other guys,
but then realized after spending some time here that the truth could actually work fine this
time.

“Of course,” Jorge said.

“I'm kind of a bit more interested in the giving it out then taking it. Is that going
to be a problem?”

Jorge laughed. “Ah, of course. You're a top. Sometimes it's hard to tell when you're
freshman. We try to keep an eye out for what they're looking at and what excites them. I can
see you're watching Keith's suffering backside more that the muscular men smacking it.”
Vince found himself smiling just a touch and nodding.

“No it's not a problem, especially not with me as your big brother,” Jorge said,
giving him an absolutely lascivious grin. “Yes, I already reserved you should you decide
to join. I found your standoffish behavior intriguing and wanted to figure you out.”

Jorge threw an arm over Vincent's shoulder and whispered conspirationally in his ear. “Officially,
with the other pledges, you'll all be treated the same. You're going to get your ass paddled
plenty and will have to endure those dildo stools now and then. And then for most pledges, behind
closed doors with their big brothers, other things happen, depending on the chemistry between
the two. Some are paddled even more, if they can take it. Some, well ... some we pair with
big brothers who prefer to give their pledges' arms some exercise, if you get my drift.”
Jorge angled himself slightly to push his nice round bottom against Vincent's thigh with everybody
else's attention on Keith.

“The pledges get to paddle the big brothers?” Vincent asked.

“Only if the big brother is amenable,” Jorge said. “And absolutely nobody
else is allowed to witness it. Officially it's against the rules, but a little rule-breaking
doesn't hurt. Unless we get caught. In which case we'll both be doing this.” He gestured
at Keith crawling on the floor.

“What we really do is set up competitions pitting the pledges against each other, with
the winner paddling the loser. That way freshmen like you who are really excited to give will
get to do so, as long as you fight for it. It also helps us teach you all how to give paddle
swats safely. We want you to be able to dish it out as well as you take it.”

Vince, felt Jorge's bottom rubbing against his thigh. He was starting to develop an erection.

“If you like,” Jorge said, “We can discuss more about the frat in my room.
I can answer any questions you have. And it would be completely appropriate for you to show
me what skills you have already picked up. After all, I should determine exactly what sort of
training you need, am I right?”

Jorge turned and walked off. Vincent immediately followed as if on a leash.

—

Smaqdown's leap was perfectly aimed. He landed smack in the middle of the group of Tsoo.
Right as he landed he concentrated his energy powers his fists and slammed down hard on the
ground, cracking the sidewalk and sending a circular blast of energy all around him. All six
Tsoo were knocked down.

The Humiliator and Major Fry flew in right behind him. Humiliator focused his telekinesis
and easily stripped the weapons from the stunned foes, sending them flying off into some nearby
bushes out of reach.

Major Fry followed up with an arcing blast of electricity, zapping from the backsides of
foe to foe, burning their asses and keeping them thoroughly stunned.

From that point the Blister Boyz had complete control. Major Fry and Smaqdown took turns
yanking down the pants of each Tsoo, paddling their bottoms red, saving Li Xin for last. The
Humiliator used his psychic powers to keep the men from struggling or escaping. Jacob Brass
had filled the boys in on the punishment connection of the Tsoo. Their lives were harsh and
they were frequently severely caned. A couple of them still had the marks of a recent punishment.
So the Blister Boyz did not go easy on them at all.

When it was time for Li Xin's turn, Major Fry and Smaqdown set themselves up on one knee
facing each other. Li was tossed over both their knees. They were planning to double punish
him.

“What do you know about the attack on Andrew Porter?” Major Fry growled. “I'll
go easy on you if you talk.”

“We'll see,” Major Fry said. He nodded to Smaqdown and the two of them went to
work on Li Xin's muscular ass. Smaqdown was ambidextrous when it came to paddling. He was quite
skilled at punishing left-handed as well as right. It helped keep his arm muscles the same size.
So the two of them were able to quickly alternate paddle swats at an amazing speed: WHAPWHAPWHAPWHAP!
Li Xin howled in pain as the swats rained down. His ass turned red very quickly.

“You were seen taking a crew down to Oranbega,” Major Fry said. “What were
you up to?”

“None of your fucking business!” The two men paddled him even harder and faster.
The other Tsoo rubbed their sore butts as they watched their team leader get punished. Li Xin
gritted his teeth and fought hard to keep from crying, but after about 10 minutes he relented
and burst into angry tears.

“I don't know what you're after!” he snarled out between swats. “We didn't
have anything to do with it!”

“Why were you down in Oranbega?” Major Fry demanded. He and Smaqdown didn't slow
their swats.

“Trying to defend our honor! OWWWW. They took some of our men to turn into their satyr
slaves. We were trying to get them back. Will you stop?”

“Did you?”

“No! They were too strong. OW! FUCK!”

Major Fry looked over at The Humiliator as they continued the punishment.

“Is he telling the truth?” he asked.

“Yes,” The Humiliator said. “His thoughts indicate he barely even knows
who Andrew Porter is. They don't watch a lot of television in the Tsoo I guess.”

“Will you fucking stop, now?” Li Xin snarled.

“Not until the police come,” Major Fry said, signaling to the Humiliator to place
the call. “It'll be oh, ten, twenty minutes. They're pretty busy these days.”

“YEEOWCH!” the Tsoo shouted after a particularly hard swat. “Look, whoever
did this, I don't have any loyalty to, okay. Because I don't know who he is. But if you tell
me a little about what you know, maybe I could maybe help out a bit. BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP PADDLING
ME!”

Major Fry looked over to Smaqdown, who simply shrugged. The two of them stopped, after Major
Fry got one more good hard swat in. They let Li Xin stand up and rub his deeply blistered bottom.
He looked it over and muttered, “Damn. Still not as bad as the cane.” After he pulled
his pants up, he turned to Major Fry.

“So what did this guy look like?” he asked. Major Fry described the black and
red pants and open vest Ambush Viper wore.

“Doesn't sound familiar. What talents did he have?” Major Fry described his ability
to turn invisible and pass through solid rock. The Tsoo all looked at each other in confusion.

“All this shit and he's not even one of us,” Li Xin said. “If he has powers
and no tattoos, he's not Tsoo. We don't allow mutants or anybody who has special abilities in.
They have to be pure of body in order to accept the magic of the tattoos, man. Don't you know
anything?”

“Well, I do now,” Major Fry said. He had been following a bad lead this whole
time. He looked at The Humiliator, who nodded grimly at him. He was going to be punished when
they got back home. Even worse: He had to start the search over again.

“You stay behind and wait for the police,” Smaqdown said to Major Fry. “The
Humiliator and I need to run another errand.”

“We'll meet you back at base,” The Humiliator told Major Fry. He nodded, frustrated
in his failure.

—

Much earlier in the day, David had arranged for the frat's biggest spank hounds to get the
attention they need from other quarters so he and Dennis could focus on the new pledge class.

The two tops had built a special bondage device in order to continue to deliver the appropriate
tributes to their new troll frat buddies in Skyway City. The device was a massive set of stocks
essentially, big enough to hold four. The victims were bent over in the middle, held in place
through large waist holes. The arms were pulled back to their sides through other holes and
their ankles were spread apart and locked through holes in the base. The four victims were then
forcibly locked into prime paddling position, helpless.

The current victims of the stocks were Brian and David's three marks from the Rump Roast:
Henry, Terrell, and Eddie. After the four of them were locked in and stripped down to their
jocks and a pair of sneakers, David explained to the helpless hunks that he had decided to “outsource
their sorry asses” for their much-deserved punishments while he and Dennis dealt with
the pledges for the next couple of months.

“What the fuck, dude?” Henry demanded, prompting David to casually slap him across
the face – hard enough to sting.

“You'll see,” David said. Brian knew what was coming but had agreed not to tell
the other three so it could be a nice, nasty “surprise.” David and Dennis, dressed
in their hero outfits, used their collective powers to carry the heavy set of stocks all the
way over to Skyway City and drop it off in front of a dilapidated apartment building.

“Enjoy your day, boys, we'll be back in a while,” David said, and he and Dennis
abandoned them there on the porch.

Henry, Terrell and Eddie quivered nervously in their stocks.

“What's going on, guys?” Terrell asked. “Why did they leave us here? We're
ass out right here by the street practically!”

Suddenly the front door slammed open with a loud, deep “What do we have here, boys?”

The four victims craned their heads up to stare into the faces of four massive, musclebound
trolls wearing Omega Upsilon Chi T-shirts and bearing official Omega frat paddles.

“Trolls! They're trolls!” Henry shouted and started bucking in the stocks, trying
to break free.

“You smart boys,” Zeke said, bending over to stare Henry in the eye. “Very
good eye. We not just trolls. Omega trolls!” The four trolls growled and waved their paddles
in the air. He wandered around behind them to take a look at their posteriors. David had not
paddled any of them yet today, not even Brian.

“Nice and fresh,” Zeke purred. Her rubbed each bottom with a rough hand. “We
will have an excellent day. Robert, bring guests in.” Robert, the largest of the trolls,
reached down and picked the entire set of stocks, with all four brothers still in them and lifted
it up all by itself.

“Holy shit, we're in it deep now,” Terrell said.

The brothers were carried into the main living room on the first floor of the apartment building.
Zeke introduced himself and the three other trolls and in his broken language, explained that
they were indeed Omega brothers just like them.

“Your pledgemaster came to me,” Zeke explained. “He worried, you know.
New pledge class. But he's still got his paddle sluts with needs. That you guys, right?”
The boys craned their faces to look at each other. They couldn't deny that they were David's
regular victims. “He don't wanna disappoint, you know. So he comes to me and goes, 'Zeke.
I'm gonna tell you all about these four boys and I want you and your buddies to treat them exactly
the way they need to be treated. They're going to be yours for the fall while I deal with the
pledges.' So how does that sound to you boys?”

To demonstrate his skills, Zeke walked behind each boy and gave a good hard CRACK! To each
quivering backside with his frat paddle. All four of them yelped in surprise, even Brian. That
troll strength really made a paddle swat burn.

Henry, the muscular, sandy-haired baseball player, began rocking back and forth in the stocks,
trying to escape: “I'm not just gonna roll over and let some trolls beat me!”

“You must be Henry,” Zeke said coming back around. “Glad to hear it. You
see, your pledgemaster, he decided he want you to be a hero like him, whether you like it or
not. Donny here, he gonna take you down to the basement. He gonna beat the crap out of you ...
unless you beat the crap out of him. You can use your powers and everything. He gonna blister
your ass good until you get your skills up to take him down. You gonna go home good and sore.”

Zeke then nodded toward Terrell. “You, boy, you gonna be Robert's bitch, if you catch
my meaning. Your pledgemaster supplied us with some stuff to deal with you. Robert gonna take
you up to the master bedroom to treat you like you deserve.” Terrell, of course, immediately
grasped that David had filled the trolls in on his secret – that he craved being
punished while dressed in tight, revealing women's lingerie. He was nervous that David had shared
his secret with outsiders, but he also trusted David and nobody ever really “talked”
to the trolls, so there wasn't anybody else to tell. Actually, he was somewhat secretly thrilled
that there were now more guys out there to blackmail him into taking his humiliation and punishment.

“As for the little one here with the bubble butt,” Zeke pointed to tennis player
Eddie, “John Boy here has a copy of the rules and he has been given the right to punish
you for all your mistakes. He even gave us a list of everything you done wrong! It's gonna be
a long day for you, boy.” He picked up a stack of papers and flipped through them. “A
very long day.”

“And for this one,” Zeke said, pointing to Brian, “I am under instructions
to beat his ass until I break a Lexan paddle across it and then fuck the hell out of him. Lexan
real hard to break. We'll see.” He didn't mention that he already knew Brian, wanting
to keep the testosterone-fed tension of the scene intact.

“Are you gonna treat us all the way David actually treats us?” Henry asked.

“You mean this?” Zeke asked, unzipping his pants and letting his massive tool
flop out. The boys gasped. Zeke let this play out slow so that the boys understood and had the
opportunity to object to the sex if he really wanted to. He spit on his palm and rubbed the
foot-long cock until it was good and hard. Then he walked behind Brian. He rested the tip of
the penis against Brian's helpless bottom. Slowly he began to push. Brian moaned and groaned
as his hole spread wide and accepted the huge member. He quivered in pain and pleasure. After
about ten seconds of just standing there, he pulled out and then asked, “We all on same
page here? Cause I want to get going here. A lot of punishment to get through.” The silence
spun out. Nobody objected. They all had fantasies of forced sex, but Zeke wanted to make sure
they all really wanted to go through with it.

Once he realized they all were going to accept their predicament, Zeke went down the row
again giving each boy a good ten whacks to get them started. Then the trolls released them from
their stocks and dragged them off to their painful (But so very much desired) fates.

—

Much, much later in the day, the four victims were dragged back to the stocks, forced back
in, and deposited back on the doorstep. All four of their asses were deeply blistered from their
punishments. Henry had further bruises on his body from his struggles and fighting with Donny.
Obviously, he lost. All four of their faces were red and wet with tears. They had received some
truly hard-core punishment. And Zeke eventually did break a Lexan paddle across Brian's ass.

Eventually David and Dennis returned to ferry them back home. David used the watch The Augurer
enchanted for him to check the pain situation of the victims. The watch glowed blue for each
of them. Discipline energy. The boys did want this, a good sign. They would be spending a lot
of time with these trolls.

Back at the frat house, Walt was waiting in Dennis' room for his punishment. David joined
as a witness.

“Walt, you have failed in your responsibility to track down the threat to Andrew Porter
and the frat,” Dennis said. “You understand and accept that you are to be punished
for this failure and work harder to protect us from potential dangers?”

“Yes sir, I do,” Walt said, standing at attention. “I deserve to be punished
for failing in my role as the guardian.”

Dennis pulled out a heavy hand paddle from a desk drawer, not unlike the one David used for
OTK sessions. He sat on the end of his bed and ordered Walt to drop his pants and get over his
lap. Walt complied.

“I trust this punishment will encourage you to try harder,” Dennis said, and
then brought the paddle down hard across both cheeks. THWAP! Walt's tight cheeks barely quivered.
Walt was going to be a tough customer. Fortunately, Dennis now had a lot more experience from
blistering David's ass regularly. He took his time, making sure each swat had plenty of swing
behind it. It took about fifteen minutes, but eventually Walt did sniffle and eventually softly
cry. His ass was blistered and raw, surely as bad as Brian's. His powers had no doubt shut down
from the pain. After it was all over, Dennis let him recover across his lap.

“Do better next time,” Dennis said.

“I will, sir,” Walt said. “This punishment has cleared my mind and made
me realize I missed an important bit of information.”

“What is that?” Dennis asked.

“I neglected to find out what Troy and Mr. Strong were discussing when the ambush happened,”
he said. “There may be a lead there, sir.”